Luyện nghe bài hát Games Over

Better get it the gettin' is good
Get it you can, man
And hatin' me, fuckin' with my shit 'cuz I got more hustle than you
Get yours, get yours

I'm seeing millions, niggaz don't
Know what? I'm makin' moves, cash behind plans to blow up
he style like this everyday I parlay
Sip Henne and Tanqueray stay in the mix like

V.I.P., my shit valet
On the prowl again to get honies familiar the smile again
try to assault Dre, it's still cavi
I'm eatin' steak while they struggle to break the mentality

I givin' livin' long as my hearts tickin'
I and made the world listen
fly Dr. Dre invented, turn on the box
And let my son watch these clowns on 60 inches

I push a rover, platinum before the sessions over
Rap master the Houston heat holder
These playas best to get they in check
I get my on ain't no playin' with a full deck

Lord please, my enemies
(Yeah)
Burn 'em at a degrees
And Lord please let me mo cheese
'Cuz I ain't quite ready to
(No)

please, murda my enemies
(Yeah)
Burn 'em at a degrees
And Lord please let me make mo
'Cuz I ain't quite ready to
(No)

Buck the world, meant that, gotta stay strapped
'Cuz 99.9 a niggaz, they gats
Super fist fightin' shit come down to dyin'
When the time comes down for the I got nine

why niggaz shouldn't step in my face
With the nonsense, 'cause I'm always heated and you can taste
Audi little out the seams a my trousers
With no hesitation I got a team to come ya

I ya, so let your people know what they face
With the type of individual that'll bomb a
and everybody dies outside
There ain't no escapin' the so don't try

Go ahead, ya eyes, who the next to step?
Face down, hit, bleedin' on the a death
Check yo self, you just been invaded by true
31st, 96
(The is over)

please, murda my enemies
(Yeah)
Burn 'em at a thousand
And please let me make mo cheese
'Cuz I ain't quite to leave
(No)

please, murda my enemies
(Yeah)
Burn 'em at a thousand
And please let me make mo cheese
'Cuz I ain't quite to leave
(No)

(I've got all my life to live, plus with all my to give)
weed I never trail, I lead
Spendin' dough, tripped the cost of a
Like it was money, Gs
But are the things real playas do

Talkin' shit is real that the hatas do
I'm namin' you, shit's thick, time to run for shelter
I kept the word, things could to marks
it was helter skelter

Dear diary, I'm runnin' pages
Fadin', in and out, purple hazes
The dazes, Revelations in the last
Red skys institute, the silent horns

I'm prayin' with tears in my
I'm tryin to make it into eternal peace without dyin'
But they eyein' my account with beams on my rover
The failed to launch his attack
(The is over)

Lord please, murda my
(Yeah)
Burn 'em at a degrees
And Lord let me make mo cheese
'Cuz I ain't quite ready to
(No)

Lord please, murda my
(Yeah)
Burn 'em at a degrees
And please let me make mo cheese
'Cuz I ain't quite ready to
(No)